Poems from mcsyl
Tell me how to take this
Tell me how do I tell a love to love
but to not hold?
How do I forget
Why them
And why am I the instrument of...
we're dead while living.
we're living
but not breathing
we were alive
before being born,
we grow without growing
we see without seeing
we...
I hate those kinds of things
things that bring up other stupidity
I should move on but I can't
Not everyone does it right away
So why...
Six sides
to a box that can change a world
six sides to me,
that will make you curl, in fear, in happiness, in contempt.
One breath of the...
I will. I will be mad.
Punch. Punch a punching bag.
Bruise my arms like I always do.
Break. Cause internal bleeding.
I won't be mad. I will...